Clarissa Granger Novels & Stories

But beneath that polish, a sharp current moved, invisible but lethal. The two detectives across from her … Harris and Lorne had seen men and women who broke down in every conceivable way: tears, denial, silence, screams. Clarissa was different. She smiled, faint, almost indulgent, as if the entire situation were an inconvenience rather than the collapse of her life. “You’ve got it all wrong,” she began, her tone smooth as ever. “I know what that man said. He’s delirious. He would say anything for a deal. But if you really want the truth, you should look elsewhere.”

A wide grin carved up on Alexa's lips, she took one of the oranges and had a bite out of it. "Sorry that I zoned out..I was just curious on who you were..but that's fine I'm guessing you're related to Hardin" Clarissa placed the plate aside giving a nod, she failed to see Alexa's sharp glare directed at her head.. If only glares were daggers, Clarissa would have been stabbed over and over again.. "Yeah.. you have no idea how much I've always wanted to meet you in person, some of my friends who met you said you were a proud lady but I don't see that..you're cool"

“You… what are you saying?” Clarissa smiled sweetly, pretending not to notice Kimmy’s anger. “I just want you to know… Gray isn’t entirely yours. He’s a free man. And last night, he showed me I meant something to him.” Kimmy abruptly stood, her face flushed with anger mixed with a pain she couldn’t explain. “You cheap woman!” Clarissa feigned surprise, though her eyes sparkled with satisfaction. She had struck deep into the woman’s heart. “Why? Are you jealous? Haven’t you always acted cold toward him? If you can’t make him happy, then let me do it.”

"You designated my touch as poison, while you worshiped his frame until dawn? Perfect. Let's witness exactly how long you can worship his corpse after this." Clarissa snatched her designer handbag, shoving her phone and several critical dossiers into it with panicked, rushed movements. She would not remain quarantined inside this penthouse to weep over her fate another second. She was Clarissa, the sole heiress of the Wijaya Group’s most formidable corporate ally, and she possessed every single ace card required to transform Darren’s life into an absolute living hell.

I stood up from the cold tiles with renewed strength. I was no longer the girl who obeyed his every command even though i was hurting, the girl who was scared to lose him, the girl who waited for him to choose her. I was Clarissa hart, daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the city, a woman who had willingly given her life to the wrong man. Not again. Today I would take the first step. I would see my parents again. The parents I haven’t seen for years, the parents I didn’t get to hug one last time before my death, Blake made sure of that

I said slowly, “someone in his orbit is complicit. Either way, we follow this to the end.” Back in the hallway, my phone vibrated. I ignored the first few calls, then answered. “Grant.” “Sir, it’s Clarissa. She’s demanding to see me. She says she needs to talk.” His tone was cautious. Clarissa. The name was a thorn. “On speaker,” I said. Her voice came through, brittle. “Xander, You have Cross? You have Voss? You’re… you’re moving faster than I thought.” “Talk,” I said.

Gehrmann, livid, deleted everything related to Clarissa. If she could block him, he could do the same. Let her keep him blocked forever!